Late love

I only recently became a convert to the joys of eating durians. I remembered I hated the smell of durians when dad bought some when I was very young and I have since then not touched a morsel of the creamy flesh. The transformation came during my ICT. There are many durian trees at our exercise area and during lull periods, the men would simply pick the durians up, open them and eat them on the spot. I did not try any of the kampong durian but my interest was piqued because I rationalised there must be something I missed - why would everyone love the fruit so much.

So one fateful night, I asked my dad to buy ONE durian and and I tried a small bite. It didn't taste that bad after all, although the odour emanating from the fruit (when in the car) smelled like LPG. I managed to eat two seeds that night.

The next week, we had durian each night over the weekend. Here are the photos. The first set of durians were the 'yellow prawn' variety and the second set were called 'love fruit'. Strange names but the quality was good. The fruits were purchased from a fruit shop at Kallang Bahru.